Chapter 13

13 Home Sweet Jammy Biscuit Home I don't know why you ever doubted that the Human Lady would come home. Everyone knows you have to come home after a holiday. You're the one who said she was gone forever! Go back and read chapter one whilst I finish the story.

我不知道你为什么会怀疑人类女士会回来。 每个人都知道假期结束后你必须回家。 是你说她永远消失的！我把故事讲完，你回去读第一章。

As Him Next Door filled his car with shopping, we clambered in through an open window and hid in the passenger footwell. We listened to his terrible singing all the way home, as he warbled along to the radio.

当邻家的人把买的东西装满他的车时，我们从一扇开着的窗户爬进去，藏在乘客的脚舱里。 回家的路上，我们一直听着他那可怕的歌声，他一边哼着歌一边听着收音机。

I could hear Dave breathe a huge sigh of relief as Him Next Door pulled up alongside our Human Lady's house. There was something about being home that felt like discovering an abandoned ice cream cart on a warm summer's day. We jumped out of the car, while Him Next Door unloaded the bags from the boot and padded across the lawn towards the Human Lady's house. He noticed us and came over, his hand filled with broken biscuit bits from a packet of digestives in one of his shopping bags. 'You're the pigeons from the shed, aren't you?' he said. We nodded. 'Well, you look like the pigeons from the shed,' he said, clearly not understanding

当“隔壁的上帝”把车停在我们人类女士的房子旁边时，我能听到戴夫松了一口气。 回到家，感觉就像在温暖的夏日里发现了一辆被遗弃的冰淇淋车。 我们从车里跳了出来，隔壁的“上帝”从行李箱里卸下行李，穿过草坪，朝人类女士的家走去。 他注意到我们，走过来，手里拿着他购物袋里一包消化剂里的碎饼干。 “你们是鸽舍里的鸽子，对吗？”他说。 我们点了点头。“嗯，你看起来就像棚子里的鸽子，”他说，显然不明白

our nod. 'Don't you worry, little guys. She'll be back from her holiday in a few days.' 'She's coming back!' Dave cooed at me. 'I knew she wouldn't leave us!' We gobbled up the crumbs from Him Next Door and watched him head back across the front lawn towards his home. Then we scrambled around the side of the house and into the back garden. 'You don't suppose she'll come back without Mean Cat, do you?' Dave asked hopefully. 'I think she'll be back with Mean Cat,' I said. 'She loves that catbrained furball. Dave sighed. 'Oh well. I suppose it could

我们点头。“别担心，小家伙们。 过几天她就会度假回来。“她回来了！”戴夫对我咕咕叫。 “我就知道她不会离开我们的！”我们狼吞虎咽地吃着“邻家男孩”给我们的面包屑，看着他穿过前面的草坪朝自己的家走去。 然后我们爬过房子的一侧，进入后花园。 “你不会认为她会丢下贱猫回来吧，是不是？”戴夫满怀希望地问。 “我想她会和贱猫一起回来的。” “她喜欢那个毛茸茸的家伙。 戴夫叹了口气。“哦,好。我想可以

be worse. One Mean Cat is better than being nuggeted.' 'Think of all the delicious biscuits and bread,' I said back. 'One Mean Cat is better than a lifetime of birdseed.' Dave nodded. 'And at least she only has one cat,' he said. 'One Mean Cat is definitely better than two Mean Cats.' And he's right. But that's a story for another time.

更糟。一只刻薄的猫总比被抓起来强。“想想那些美味的饼干和面包吧，”我回答。 一只坏猫胜过一辈子吃鸟食大卫点点头。 “至少她只有一只猫，”他说。 “一只坏猫绝对比两只坏猫好。”他是对的。 但那是另一个故事了。